*image by Ben Harubin

 

 

One man decided, "I will read no book that has a preface."
Sometime later he revised this decision thusly, "I will also read
no book that has an introduction."
And subsequent to that he concluded,
"I will furthermore read no book that has a publication date." And years
past that his position became, "I will read no book that lists an author."
And shortly after making that declaration, a nearby book retorted,
"Well why don't you just give up reading altogether?"
"I was getting to that," he replied.

(And a woman tidying up the library in which this all occurred, said to herself,
"I do so enjoy these little scenes wherein the annotations taking place
within a man's mind are camouflaged as something else."
At which point the things so camouflaged spoke out, "How dare you be so
presumptuous as to speak on our behalf."
And she replied, "But I never expected that you would speak and reveal yourselves."
And they said, "Well we certainly didn't intend to, but after you said what you said...well..."
And as their voice trailed off back into silence, she continued on again with her
cleanin' and a'tidyin'.)

The man who knows what's going on may be the one
who never comments on what's going on.

Suggestion:
If you've been swimming a long time in the Pacific and can't get out,
perhaps you're not really in the Pacific.

...(And don't overlook that fact that a suggestion to a dead man is just as
good as it is to a live one.

"Oh my god, the waves of irrationality continue to overwhelm me, and I
believe that last idea will finally do me in. Oh my god, help me, I'm
drowning."

...Good, finally we're making some progress.)

When your efforts seem to be their least profitable is
when you should be doubling and tripling your efforts.
It is during such periods that unrestrained, indiscriminate
"beating up on yourself" is permissible.

A man with some enlightened knowledge of internal meteorology may,
Under desperate conditions, resort to such otherwise desperate actions
as firing his pistol at an oncoming hurricane.

Only those who know-what-to-do truly know what to do, which at times can
be so bizarre as to be best kept quiet and to themselves.

Remember boys and girls, if what you're pondering makes sense, you're in a
world of dreams wherein sense is irrelevant.

A man asked himself, "Am I intelligent?"
Then thought, "Compared to who?"
And further pondered, "The only way to measure intelligence is compared
to all other men...who know nothing conclusive themselves, thus the
question remains, am I intelligent?" "Or better put, is anyone intelligent?
No wait, better put than that, is there even such a thing as what we call
mental intelligence?"
...(After all of that, what normally passes for his intelligence told him
he should go lie down and cool off.)